The Woman with the Spanner
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Author: Davide Mana
Paleontologist. By day, researcher, teacher and ecological statistics guru. By night, pulp fantasy author-publisher, translator and blogger. In the spare time, Orientalist Anonymous, guerilla cook.
Karavansara 
31 January 2014 at 00:57
Her father really want a son and her mother died giving birth, so she followed her dad along all the little airfields of Kansas, toying with motor parts instead of dolls. When she’s not drunk this is the story she tell to newcomers. A pity is not true.
Her name is not Andy or Sam. She picked a new name every now and then, just to have fun.
When she’s drunk she became downright mean, bitching about old Beecraft’s engine and faulty hydraulics. When she’s really drunk she sing old lullabies, stuff you may have heard if you’re born and raised in California.
It’s been a while since the last time I saw her. She was packing for China, with a strange guy named Chennault and a bunch of savages. Maybe she’s still there.
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